"Your souls will be tortured endlessly!" The huge monster surrounded in the middle passed on his mind to everyone present.

"Be careful of the attack of the eyebrow!" Not far from the monster, a man who was fighting bloodily warned loudly. Then he turned his head and looked at the orc surrounded by insects and shouted: "Sarufal, you are not dead yet, are you?"

"Hmph!" Axe split the worm man who rushed up in half. The orcs who had killed out of the worms looked at the worms that were invisible in disgust and turned their heads to respond: "It's better to care more about yourself, Boval. If you die here, your schizophrenia king might really go crazy!"

"Damn it!" Duke Boval, who was embarrassed to use his shield to knock out a sneak attacker, took the opportunity to breathe a few breaths and glared at the orc next to him, "Only the dead green skin is a good orc! Sarufar, your ugly figure is really a big deal!"

"Come on, I'll fight with you if I don't accept it!" The orc raised the axe in his hand and looked provocative, and Boval, who was unwilling to be outdone, also raised the sword in his hand.

"Why are they quarreling again?" The man who buried his whole body in the sand not far away said helplessly.

"What a normal thing. It's strange that the alliance and the tribe don't fight together. Now it's just arguing casually, it's already very considering the overall situation!" A teasing sound came from the headset on the man's left ear.

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk, that bug should be of A level, right?" The man sighed as he watched Boval jump and slash bravely, and a huge bug nearly two stories high split into two halves.

"At least, that's the female insect of Qila Zombie!"

"So I hate this kind of high-demon world. A legend is not as good as a dog epic. If you don't pay attention, you will finish your life! I don't know what the main god is thinking. Do you really think that we little characters can defeat the ancient god Csun?"

"That's not the real ancient god, it's just a tentacle that Cthun broke through the seal!" A majestic voice came from the headset. The man who heard the voice quickly put away his dissatisfaction and said with a serious face: "Captain!"

"Okay, everyone, our time has come. The descendants of Nozdom have finally joined the war. Remember our mission and collect a drop of Cthun's blood! Everyone, set off!" With the order issued, more than a dozen figures flashed out from the hidden place and rushed towards Cthun, surrounded by the soldiers of the Alliance Tribe.

Duke Berval, who saw these figures, narrowed his eyes and glanced at the orcs beside him thoughtfully. King Sarufar, who felt this sight, turned his head and explained seriously: "These are not my people."

"I know!" Duke Bewal replied calmly. "I have seen these strange guys in the camp. They are helpers hired by the Senario Council from where they have never known. Hum, are they rushing out now to pick peaches?"

"Pick peaches?" Sarufal looked at the strange guys who were devoured by Cthun with a mocking look on his face. "No one has ever been able to snatch anything from the tribe!" He glanced at the human next to him, and King Sarufal continued: "Even the alliance is not possible!"

"What an arrogant guy!" Duke Boval smiled and did not take King Sarufal's threat to heart. He turned his head and looked at the orc next to him and said seriously: "Maybe, some strange organizations need us to take good care of them!"
Chapter completed!